David's Journey

DAVID'S JOURNEY PT. 06

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Sorry for the delay. A move across the country can delay even the best of plans... Hope you enjoy it!

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Jessica

After the wonderful morning sex with David and Caroline, I ushered the girls out to the car I had borrowed from Alma to take them to school. With Jasmine and Serenity sitting in the back seat, I can't help but wonder what our life will be like now that we are finally away from my husband.

Looking in the center mirror, I can see Jasmine and Serenity whispering together and laughing. I smile at seeing my babies so active and energetic. "So, Jasmine, how was your night last night?" I asked beaming, knowing where she had slept.

"Umm, it was okay. I had a nightmare and ran to go to your room until I saw David. He was sitting downstairs, and I jumped in his lap. I don't remember much after I got my blanket, though." Seeing her get red in the face from embarrassment, I had to laugh.

"You must have been comfortable lying in his arms because he said you didn't move at all. I'm glad you did. It makes me happy to see you so comfortable with him, both of you!" Looking at Serenity, I ask, "And you, little lady, I believe I heard you call him Papa? Did I hear you right?"

Serenity replied by nodding her head, and I could see a bit of fear mixed with a lot of love. Her eyes were shining with a brightness I'd never seen before.

Pulling up to their school and parking, I turn around in the seat and look at them both. "I want you both to do well in classes today, ok? I'll pick you up when school is over. I do have to go into the office and let them know to never allow your father into the school, and he is no longer allowed to pick you two up. I need you both to make sure you never go with him, ok?" Seeing their nods of ascent, we all walk up to the school office.

As the girls see their teacher in the parking lot, they run up to her and walk to class after waving goodbye to me.

Heading into the office, I ask to talk to the principal and the guidance counselor. I wait for a bit since it's early morning, and when they both approach me, we head into the principal's office. Showing her the photos of the abuse and the police report, I get written assurance that my husband is no longer allowed to take my girls out of school. Thanking them both and smiling, I head towards Alma's house.

Pulling up slowly to her house and looking over at my husband's home, I notice his truck is gone. I let out a sigh of relief. Parking in Alma's spot, I lock up the car as I get out and walk up to her home.

Knocking, I waited for her, knowing she would be home without a car and at this time in the morning. After a few minutes, I hear her open up the door.

Alma opened her door in her pajamas. She welcomes me in, and we sit and talk for a while, updating her on the hospital and what I just did at the school. I worry about her being so close to my abusive husband, but she reassures me that she will be fine.

A few hours later, she drove me back home. Going inside, Alma sits in the living room as I head upstairs to check on David. Not seeing him in bed, hearing the shower going, I sneak into the bathroom, grinning. I can see David's profile in the shower, with his rock-hard cock sticking out. Remembering Alma downstairs, I moan with disappointment at not being able to play with my man and his cock.

David must have heard my moan, as he pulls the frosted glass door aside, smiling at me. Reaching for me, I start backing up and shaking my head. "David, we have a guest downstairs. Alma brought me home when I took her car back to her. As much as I would love to enjoy that wonderful cock and have your swimmers inside me searching for an egg, we can't." Sighing at the last part, I reach in and start stroking his manhood. Moaning with regret, I turn around and walk out.

A few minutes later, David comes down the stairs, topless with only a pair of shorts on. I moan with lust at him. Hearing a giggle beside me, I turn to the sound and see Alma sitting there, staring at me with her hand over her mouth, stifling a laugh.

"David, have a seat. I'll get us all a drink, and we can talk for a bit." Seeing his nod, I look towards Alma. "What would you like to drink?"

After Alma tells me her drink, I head into the kitchen to let David and her talk. Thinking about the trip to the hospital and seeing my girls scared, I can feel myself breaking down.

What did I do wrong? Did I wait too long to leave my husband? Did I put my girls in more danger by not acting sooner?

Reliving everything I have been put through, all the beatings and degrading acts, and the abuse George heaped upon me throughout our married life--my whole body starts shaking and makes me drop a glass.

Watching the glass shatter at my feet, feeling the tears fall, my whole life shatters in an instant, everything crashing down on me. Next thing I know, I can feel two strong arms wrapped around me, and the sweet words from David help. I can't think properly, and I can barely even move. Feeling myself being carried, looking up into David's face and seeing his concern written there, seeing the love in his eyes as he looks down into mine, forces me to bury my head into his chest more and cry. Feeling like I failed myself and worse, my two precious girls, I wrap my arms around David and hold him closer, with tears streaming down my face until I am completely passed out.

David's perspective

I sat and watched Jess walk into the kitchen. I could see rings under her eyes. I know she isn't getting enough sleep.

Looking over at Alma, I can see the same concern for her as I have. "I'm worried, Alma. She is putting up a strong front, but I don't think she is doing so well with everything that is going on between her and her husband. I just hope I can help her." Shaking my head, knowing I'm going to be in this till the end, and not giving up on her.

"David, listen to me carefully. What she is going through is post-traumatic stress disorder. Her fucking husband has really messed her up, and she wants to be strong for the twins and now you. I can see she is drawing strength from you. You have been a good influence on the kids, and I hope Jessica will ease off and allow herself to heal. Watch her closely; the kids are tougher than she thinks. It will be Jess who will need the love and healing touch of a real man like you, David." Alma studies my face as she talks.

As we talk for a few minutes, we both hear glass shattering in the kitchen. I'm immediately up and moving with Alma coming in behind me.

Looking around, glass everywhere and Jessica in the middle of it all with no shoes on, I hurry to her and grab her just as she is ready to fall. Leaning down, I whisper, "I'm here, sweetheart. It's okay. I'm not going anywhere. You're safe, and I love you, baby. Please, baby, I'm here for you. Relax into me, my love." Carefully putting my arms around her, I pick her up and hold her tight to me.

As I start to walk out, Alma asks me where the broom and pan are. I tell her where to find them, and I walk out of the kitchen with Jessica.

I feel her moving and look down as I walk towards our bedroom. My chest is wet from her tears, and her arms are wrapped around my neck as she continues to cry.

Seeing her passed out, I gently lay her on the bed. "Oh my love, please, honey, come to me. Let me be the strength you need. Talk to me when you need to, beautiful. I will always be here for you. You are my family now, my life, my love, my heart, and my soul. Rest, baby. I will be back soon and rest with you," I whisper in her ear, leaning down slowly so I can place a light kiss on her lips.

Standing back up, slowly exiting the bedroom, and shutting the door, I head back to the kitchen just in time to help Alma finish up. "Thank you, Alma, I mean it. If you hadn't been there for her and the kids, I hate to think what would have happened to them. You are an angel!" Giving her a hug as I talk to her, she leans into it and pats my back.

"They have become my family as well, David. Those girls have made my life bearable since my husband died several years ago. I thought my life was over, but Serenity and Jasmine always found time to make me laugh and see that life still goes on. They are precious. Jessica has raised those girls right and judging by what I see, you are going to be a great father and role model for them. Just go slow and never forget to look around and enjoy what you have. Life is precious and short. Enjoy every moment, young man."

Seeing her walking towards the living room, I follow her. "David, I must head home. I have some things I must do, and time's a-wastin'. Thank you for having me over." Coming up to me, Alma gently puts her hand on my cheek while looking up at me. "If only I were 30 years younger, you would have a third woman on your hands, young man." Sighing, she turns around, and we both walk out to her car.

"Alma, can you please do me a favor?"--I see her nod and a curious look in her eyes--"Please be on watch for her husband. I don't trust him, and he knows you have a close relationship with his kids and wife, and I have a bad feeling about him and you being so close--" She doesn't let me finish.

"Young man, I have lived in that house for over 40 years. My parents owned that place. I will be careful, but I will not abandon it. I have a gun; it's small, but it will still hurt. Take care of your family--it's growing. I hope to see you all again soon." Alma starts opening her door as I tell her she is always welcome here, day or night.

Giving me a smile, she gets in her car and drives off. Standing there watching her pull out of my driveway, my gut gives me a bad feeling. Shaking my head while I head back inside, looking around the house and making sure the kitchen is clean with no stray glass, I head back upstairs.

Checking on Jessica, seeing her breathing regularly and sleeping soundly, I quietly grab my cell, close the door, and head downstairs. Thinking for a moment, I make a call.

Ringing.........

Caroline answers, "Hi handsome, how's your day so far?"

I fill her in, "Not so good. Jessica came home with Alma, and as she was getting drinks for us, Jes had a breakdown. I think everything is just now hitting her hard. Any way you can come home? I think she needs us both right now. I'm going to crawl back in bed and lie with her, cuddle up, and hope she knows it's me."

"Oh God, I was wondering when this would happen. I could tell she was getting to the breaking point yesterday. I'm sorry, honey, I can't make it. I have several important meetings today. I won't be able to get out of them until three. Will you be okay till then?" Caroline commiserates over the phone.

"Yeah, we should be. I may go with her to pick the kids up. I think she needs me more now than at any time in the past. I'm worried about her sweetheart. Would a therapist help her, I wonder?"

"It might, but I doubt she would go to one easily. Maybe if one or all of us go with her? We could talk to her about it at least. She needs it. I think the girls may need a bit too, not just our love, but a little professional help."

"I agree, we can only do so much for them, and I think it's helping, but we aren't professionals, and maybe a bit of family would be good for them? I also wanted to talk to you about something tonight, all of us as a family."

"What do you need to talk about, honey? Sounds important. You know I'll support you in what you want to do. I love you so much. I never thought I would find a guy like you, and now we have a baby coming. I'm in heaven!"

"I want to talk it over with everyone. I'll say this, though: I've been wanting to reconnect with someone and thought it would be a good idea to invite them to visit us. If they are able to."

Caroline lets out a soft chuckle. "I hope you're talking about Anitra. I know we would love to have her visit us, and maybe we girls could connect with her too. Pry a few embarrassing stories about you in the process? Damn, sorry honey, I have to go. My next appointment is here. See you at home, and I'm sorry I can't come back sooner."

I sign off, "Don't worry, sweetheart, I know you're busy. I'll lie with her and comfort her. Love you, baby. See you when you get home."

Hanging up, I went back upstairs and stripped my clothes off. Lying beside Jessica, I set the alarm for two and curled up with her. I can hear her whimper as I wrap my arm around her. I whisper in her ear. "It's okay, baby. It's just me, David. I'm here for you; you're safe here. No one will hurt you here, I promise, My Love."

Hearing her calm down, she snuggles up closer to me. I let go of all the stress too and fell asleep.

After a few hours, I woke up hearing a panicked voice. Opening my eyes, I can see Jessica having a nightmare. Holding her tighter and whispering to her, hoping to calm her down. She screams and wakes up, bolting upright in bed.

Looking around, she finally spots me. Seeing the panicked look in her eyes, I watch her while talking in a calm and loving voice. Gradually she begins to calm down, and I can see her start to recognize me.

"DAVID!" She is screaming my name in pain, and she jumps towards me, forcing us both back onto the bed with her on top of me. Wrapping my arms around her tight, my own anger at what her husband has done to her now is climbing higher. Forcing it down, I know it will do nothing if she sees that anger in my eyes.

Holding her for a while, she finally calms down enough to talk to me about her nightmare. Reliving her abuses and terror living with HIM.

"How can you possibly love someone like me, David?" Her voice trembles, filled with sorrow. "I'm so damaged, a broken woman. I'll never be the person you deserve. I'm truly sorry!" Overwhelmed by emotion, tears stream down her face as despair consumes her.

Gently, taking her hands and cradling her head in my palms, my thumbs brushing away the flowing tears. I hold her gaze, wanting her to see my unwavering support.

As Jessica looked up at me, the depth of her pain reflected in her eyes was striking. Yet, alongside that sorrow, I discerned something else emerging--an unsettling emotion that I couldn't quite place and found myself dreading.

Jessica's lips form words, but I have to lean in closer to catch her frantic voice. "Where were you, David? Where was the hero who swooped in to save me from the villain?" Her gaze lifts to meet mine, and I'm struck by an intensity of emotion I've never witnessed before. A storm of rage, hatred, and deep sorrow swirls in her eyes, merging into a profound pain. Suddenly, with a grip that feels like it could shatter me, she seizes my arms and screams, "WHERE WAS MY HERO!?"

Tears cascade down her face, marred by fury and despair. I stand helplessly, paralyzed by the weight of her words, unsure of how to comfort her in this moment. My heart aches for the woman I love, and tears threaten to spill from my own eyes, reflecting the turmoil that surrounds us both.

Her beautiful face twists into a mask of fury, a major shift that seizes my attention completely. With fierce determination, she lifts her chin and releases a primal shriek, a gut-wrenching expression of the rage and pain that surrounds her. Instinctively, I wrap my arms around her as if trying to harness the pain within her. Despite the powerful blows she lands on my shoulders, an unusual numbness surrounds me, making me resilient to her strikes. Each hit starkly highlights her torment, prompting me to realize that my own struggles are insignificant besides her anguish. I hold her tightly, seeking to bring a sense of calm to the chaos that envelops us, needing to create a brief moment of peace amid her turmoil.

"Jess, please, just look at me," I urged gently, finally catching her gaze. A smile spread across my face as I pressed on. "I need you to know that I love you deeply. Do you have any idea what I see when I look at you?" She shook her head, uncertainty lingering in her eyes. "What I see is a vibrant, incredibly strong woman. You've faced the worst of what life has thrown at you and stood tall through it all for years. Right here in front of me is someone with a resilience that I can't even fathom. Never for a moment should you believe you're broken or damaged. You are a warrior who has fought battles that most shouldn't have to face."

Drawing her closer, I maintained our connection, ensuring that she felt my unwavering support. "But you must understand something, sweetheart. You don't have to battle this alone anymore. Both Caroline and I love you immensely. We're right here, standing by your side. You can trust that we will never abandon you or cause you pain."

Taking a deep breath, I continue, "Sweetheart, I want you to really hear this. You have a family now, a family committed to making the rest of your life a beautiful journey. I never thought I would say this, but I feel the need to share what's in my heart. Do you understand?" I paused, waiting for her nod of acknowledgment. "Jasmine and Serenity are OUR children who adore you. You have brought so much joy into their lives, and when the time comes for your divorce, I hope to step into the role of their father--not just in title, but in my heart. I dream of marrying you and adopting those two precious girls along with Caroline, and I'm certain she shares the same feelings."

After what seemed like an eternity, Jessica finally stopped hitting me and screaming, only to fall against me, out cold.

Laying her down gently on the bed, leaning down, I whisper in her ear, "I'm here, my love. I'm with you always and forever. Lean on me, give me everything you have, baby. I can take it. Give me your pain and anger, your hate, and let it all out. I will always be your rock. I love you, Jessica."

Lying down beside her, I pull her close to me and watch her sleep as my heart breaks for her and what she is going through, reinforcing my conviction to want to kill her husband for what he has done!

Feeling her warm body close to me, I think back to the months we have known each other, seeing her laugh and how bright her eyes were when we were together, how she was so active.

Flashback

I'm sitting at one of our favorite little cafes, waiting for her. Noting the time and that it's past what we had set, hoping beyond hope that she is okay and not hurt again where I can't help her. I know this time, though, that I will wait for her no matter how long.

I look up as I hear a familiar voice, feeling my face brighten and my smile grow with each step this goddess takes toward me. Seeing her wearing her usual dark purple gown with her black slippers and hair done up in a ponytail this time, I couldn't do anything but whistle at this absolute goddess.

Jessica sat down and looked at me. "Sorry for being late, David. I had to stay up all night and most of the day yesterday to clean the house, take care of the kids, plus cook. George does absolutely nothing around the house to help." I can hear the tiredness in her voice and see it in her eyes.

Smiling at her, gently grabbing her hand, and giving her a small squeeze. "It's okay, Jess. I understand. You could have called and canceled so you could rest. I would have wanted you to."--gently chuckling at my own words--"Jess, would you like to come to my place? You can rest, relax, and take a nap. You'll be safe there."

Jess shakes her head. "No, let's not talk about this. I want to enjoy what time we have left. Thank you, David, my hero."

We continued on our day, laughing and having fun just being us. It felt like I was dating the most wonderful woman in the world. We talked about our dreams, what we wanted from our future, and a little about our past.